“Keep going.”
I grit my teeth and shoot him a look full of hatred, but I resume working anyway.
Once my dad finds me, I’ll make this man do the same work in our mansion. Ten times over.
I scrub the floor with hatred-fueled force.
No, one hundred times. He’s bigger and stronger than me. He deserves at least that much.
By the time I finish, I’m on the verge of breaking down again. I’m not even in a state to stand up. My knees are scraped. My palms are scraped too. My skin is aching, inflamed and red.
And this monster has watched me the entire time without a single flicker of change on that stone face of his.
What am I even expecting? Him suddenly growing a brain? Him realizing out of nowhere that it’s wrong to punish someone for their father’s actions? And that, too—a girl.
Doesn’t he have some bottom line, like not being cruel to women and children? Doesn’t he have a mother, a sister, a daughter? He looks old enough to have a daughter.
That’s right. Does he even have a family?
I haven’t seen anyone here but him. And twice now, sneaking into his room, I haven’t found a trace of a wife or girlfriend. Not even in his bathroom.
Is he single?I’m not surprised. He’s the perfect example of a man who deserves to be.
“You’ve been sitting there for five minutes.”
Fuck you. And fuck every relative you have.I curse him silently, then breathe deep and turn my head.
“It’s done.”
“Do it again,” he says without missing a beat.
I force myself up. My legs shake a little.
“Don’t you have a policy about feeding your slaves?”
I’m fucking hungry, you asshole.
He nods. “Come here.”
He’s been sitting at that table for the past hour, watching me. I haven’t seen him eat once, which means he already hadhis breakfast and is now just sitting here watching me do this pointless job.
Does he have nothing better to do with his life?
I scoff at my own question.People with better things to do don’t kidnap girls and turn them into slaves.
I step closer, stopping a few feet away. His gaze drops to my red knees, moves to my hands, then lifts back to my face.
He takes a plate from the table and holds it out to me.
“Kneel.”
I grit my teeth.Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you a thousand times for a thousand lives.
I kneel, wincing as my knees hit the floor. The pain is so sharp I almost lose my appetite. My eyes water.
It’s his day. Let him have it, Wen. Once Dad comes, I’ll have him on his knees for a whole day.
He places the plate on the floor and slides it toward me. It stops when it touches my knees.
